Worthless Motivation

It was while I was oh so young.
Listening to kids songs being sung,
That it all really started,
My fatherhood had just begun.

Hearing you come in late at night,
With that drunk shyt in plain sight.
Cussin and fussin with your dumb ass,
Trying to start a fight.

So you hit her to keep her "in line",
Too young to know what was on your mind,
But your weak, insecure ass never seen,
That she gave you all of her, all the time.

Then you left us, packed up, and was out,
But you still figured you had some clout.
So kept coming around the house,
Yellin and screamin, and runnin your dumb ass mouth.

But there came the turning day,
In the house, you made your way,
You hit my mom repeatedly,
But a word I could not say.

You turned and looked in my eyes,
The expression I could not disguise,
But your ass knew by the look that I gave,
that the next time your ass would die.

You stayed away the rest of our child years,
With me, My brother shared all his tears.
And while I hated your weak, bytch ass,
Losing you is what my baby bro feared.

Its a shame that I already knew,
But the older my baby bro grew,
He would see for himself your false words
And broken promises continued to hold true.

See you were never really around,
To hear our crys or goofy little sounds.
But it was made up in my mind,
To not let history repeat or be rewound.

I hate to admit it but its true,
Its all because of you,
I'm the man I am today,
By being the exact opposite of you.

Its not a hard choice for me,
To raise Angel and little T,
I'm sure you have no clue,
How much they mean to me.

In closing I will say,
You are worthless in all but one way.
You made me realize when raising mines,
Being their dad is what's best at the end of the day.

I never stopped the saturation
Of the feelings of hate and aggravation.
But the love I get from Angel and Junior
Will always be what drives me.
Not my father's Worthless Motivation.

Tyrone D. Allen Sr.

Queen

A Queen is proud of herself. She respects herself and others. She is aware of who she is. She neither seeks definition from the person she is with, or does she expect them to read her mind. She is quite capable of articulating her needs.

A Queen is hopeful. She is strong enough to make all her dreams come true. She knows love, therefore she gives love. She recognizes that her love has great value and must be reciprocated. If her love is taken for granted, it soon disappears.

A Queen has a dash of inspiration, a dabble of endurance. She knows that she will, at times, have to inspire others to reach the potential God gave them. A Queen knows her past, understands her present and moves toward the future.

A Queen knows the Creative Energy. She knows that with this the world is her playground, but without she will just be played. A Queen does not live in fear of the future because of her past. Instead, she understands that her life experiences are merely lessons, meant to bring her closer to self knowledge and unconditional self love.

Queen, you are all that and more.

With all my love, Your King.

Discretion, Transgression, Progression

You wonder why you are not happy. You say that you will never be happy. I always wondered why you thought like that. Well over the years, I have seen a pattern that seems to be the reason why. I hope that if you read this that you take it for what its worth and not a slap in the face.


I think you give yourself too freely, too easily, too soon. I know you are an adult and adults can and will do what they want, but you have to realize that the way you carry yourself attracts a certain type of person. You seem to want attention, and you get it. Once you get it, you feel that the things being said to you are genuine, when in fact they are not. I am sure that you notice this but for whatever reason you fail to act in a manner that would deter further lies and deceit. Even when shown and sometimes told that you are not the one, and won’t be the one, you still crave the attention from whoever it is. Give them what they want when they want and continue to settle for less than deserved. Or maybe that is exactly what you do deserve. 2nd in line, 3rd in line or where ever you may fall, seems to be just fine with you. So maybe that is what’s destined for you. Maybe it’s meant for you to be a 2nd tier type of person. I have seen and heard from you the things you have been through with so many different people and all the stories have common themes. You meet, you appear to have so much in common, or they are going to help you in some sort of way, you talk, you go out, you have sex, then all of a sudden there is not that much in common anymore, what they were supposed to help you with never got done, they don’t answer the phone as much or at all anymore, and you are left feeling stupid or used.

See your decision to continue this type of behavior will continue to bring you the same type of person, just in a different body. You wonder why you are not happy; it’s all in your actions, decision making, and what you settle for. Simply put, if you have no discretion in your transgressions it leads to lack of progression. And that goes for life in general.

Do I Qualify

You ask, do I qualify.

Can I fulfill your needs and become the man you need me to be?

My sister, have you prepared for what you've asked for?

Can you handle the responsibility?

Can you accept that, by GOD, I am the chosen one,

The authority, the comforter, and the head?

Will you submit and willingly follow my path?

Or will you fight with me instead?

If I am your King, will you treat me as such?

Will I get the best of your beauty and poise?

Or will I be subjected, to an appearance neglected, and checked with some serious noise?

When I talk, will you listen? I mean whole heartedly and feel me?

Or will you rush me just to make your point too? Can I be the man at all times?

Even when it hurts? Or is it just when it's convenient for you?

Can you love me for me, and not who you wish I could be? Will you see the strong Black Man within?

Or will you always remind me of the all the past brothers behind me and make me pay for their sins?

If I don't send you flowers the day your co-worker received some,

Will you know that I love you still?

Or will my good name be uttered along with those other doggish brothers?

Will you question if my commitment is real?

Will you be patient and teach me to understand you,

And allow my knowledge of your needs to grow?

Will you confide in me out when I ask, "Baby what's wrong?"

Or will you respond with, "Well a REAL man would know!"

When we first met, what was it that caught your eye?

Was it my mind, my heart, my personality? Or was it my suit, or my job,

Or do you love what I drive, instead of what's driving me?

Yes I can, and I will, make love to you from midnight to the

dawning of the sun. But, if I tell you I'm tired, will you

trust I'm sincere or believe that there must be another one?

My sister, I love you and my heart can be yours. No woman could lead me astray.

But like you, I have needs, so I beg of you, please, in this love thang meet me half way.

In life's tough times I'll hold you, in the rough times, I'l mold you,

Your simplest wish will be my command. My life is yours if need be.

Yes you can fully bleed me, and when hell comes, in your place, I'll stand.

A good relationship is a powerful institution that must be built on a foundation of two.

So to answer your question, YES, sister, I do qualify.

Now more importantly.....Do you?

Nu Shyt (The Welcome Entry)

I always have shyt on my mind
but i never seem to find
a place to put all that shyt.
A place to really unwind.

I posted some on FB,
and kept some within me,
But Lex and Turner's asses showed me a spot
that I can let my thoughts run free.

I am now on this blogspot shyt
ready to share my thoughts and wit.
And at times some poems or spoken word,
that my freinds and I will spit.

So follow me if you will
my shyt you can and will feel.
within Most Wanted's Mind State
The ONLY way is to keep it Real.


Most "Mutha Fukkin" Wanted
Always and All Ways